Sunday, September 16, 2012

*WARNING-LONG POST ALERT (especially if you read the articles:)*

I know that "it could be worse", I know to be thankful, I know that I am blessed. I also know that my 3 year old has driven me NUTS this week. The whining, baby voice, "yes" one minute "no" the next, lack of listening (well you get the point). Maybe I am being a little uptight, maybe he should be told 18 times to wash his hands after using the bathroom, or maybe I should continue to help him put his clothes and shoes on even though he is completely capable of doing it himself, or maybe I should meet all of his demands "I want Disney music pleaeeeese" even though I want the new Avett Brothers (again, you get the point). I don't have guilt for feeling this way I know it is a part of parenting, but after reading a few articles and having quality time with my family, I also need to remember "it could be worse", to be thankful, and to know that I am blessed.

Realizing to let some of my frustration go came about when reading the Huffington Post specifically directed to parenting. They know how to bring on the tears! I stumbled upon an article about a Taylor Swift song. While it seems innocent enough, don't say I did not warn you, because if you don't cry then you probably eat nails for breakfast. It made me realize that "it really could be worse".

Red + Blue = purple:(

The second article I read was like it was sent to me to be read at the exact moment I needed it. This article by Devon Corneal is about the "lasts". The Last Time appeared on my computer after Wip and I had been playing for a while and I wanted some "me" time so I sat him in front of a movie. Duncan was sleeping and I thought if I could just have one hour to knock out some emails and just zone out that would be perfect. Not even a paragraph into the article tears are streaming down my face. Wip not seeing that I was weeping happened to walk over to me while the movie was playing and just grabbed my hand. He said "watch this with me mommy" to which I ditched the "me" time and made room for some "us" time (and you will know why if you read the article). It made me realize I am thankful for a little boy who wants to spend time with his mommy.

"Us" Time

This weekend has been spent going on walks, watching movies, exploring the Science Center with Granddaddy, and having a birthday lunch with Grams and Poppy. I realize I am blessed.